Took my kids to the beach yesterday, and brought along my BFF’s kids. They all had a grand old time in the 85 degree spring weather, though the water was deemed “freakin freezing” (this did not prevent them going in, of course).

Then it was off to Cub Scouts, where C gave a presentation on his collection of Middle Eastern money for his collecting belt loop, and then everyone raced toads and ate ice cream. I’m sure this was educational somehow, but the boys all loved it and the den leader got to get rid of a bunch of the toads that have invaded his pond (most of them escaped into the flower beds during the race).